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Parisian’s Bags
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Perfect Strangers
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Skating on Avenue Louise
The architecture of Avenue Louise is built to impress — symmetrical, imposing, wrapped in glass and concrete. It speaks the language of power, efficiency, and institutional gravitas. Yet here, cutting across the uniformity of its grid, a lone skateboarder defies gravity and symmetry alike. In mid-air, suspended between takeoff and landing, the young skater rewrites the function of space. This plaza wasn’t designed for movement like his — spontaneous, raw, unruly — yet it hosts it with unexpected grace. The stark concrete façade becomes a backdrop, not a boundary. This is the city as canvas, the act of skating as resistance and reinterpretation. While others walk briskly from meeting to…
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Breakfast at Rue Brisemiche
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Mid-Morning Break at Place Jourdan
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Early Leave at Bruxelles-Midi
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Walking Table in via Cornaggia
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Hard Choice In Quai de la Corse
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Is This Photo Illegal?
Yes, if it were taken in Hungary. Against the European Convention of Human Rights, Hungary passed a law that by next March 15 will require any photographer shooting in public space to obtain a signed “model release form”. This provision will be bashed by either the EU Court of Justice or the European Court of Human Rights (for the very same reasons I explained here), but it will take time and – first of all – a photographer that sacrifices himself on the altar of freedom.
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Relaxed Call at Boulevard du Palais
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Lost in Another World
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Stylish
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Still Standing
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Zebra Crossing
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Street Food in Via Salaria
A Chestnut Maker, making everything ready for another day of hard work.
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Shoes’ Meeting in Corso Vittorio
Elder shoes walk slowly, business shoes run fast…
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Rush Hours
Morning’s rush hours at Milan, Corso Italia.
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Friendship is Forever
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Scarf’s Meeting
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The Call
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A Silohuette on the Bridge
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The Taste Master
Would you like to be in his place… at least once?
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Late Afternoon Shopping
Hurry up and shut down the $%&? call!
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Almost Spotted
Never been so close to being spotted and, by the stare of the man, confronted, but nothing followed. Will I still be lucky, next time?